• I tried to read Getting Things Done. It’s a slog, but it does have one thing worth remembering;
  • Productivity is about being more deliberate about what you do, not about doing more;
  • Whenever we see a piece of productivity advice, we should ask – “Productivity to what kinds of political ends?”
  • I’m writing a story. Maybe I’ll publish it one day…
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Two signs beside a swimming pool. The one nearest the viewer reads: "TOPs WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT." The sign further away clarifies that 'TOP' is an acronym: "TRESPASSERS ON PROPERTY."
  • A quick overview of the recent edition of BBC Radio 4’s Word of Mouth;
  • Acronyms: The apex of absurdity in our 21st century communications;
  • Why don’t we have a little more anthropology in our lives?
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  • My biggest confession as a professional hacker is that I don’t do a lot of hacking, yet I try to think like a hacker all the time.
  • I subscribed to a physical magazine in 2024.
  • BM to DRM: Drop dead.
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  • English is one of, if not the hardest foreign language to learn. There’s so many little things about it that are as though we’ve made them up as a sick joke.
  • The solution? According to one guy, do what we’ve always done: crib some notes from other languages.
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  • Ragequitting. No-one wants to be on the receiving end of a salty diatribe. No-one wants to be within thirty feet of a spiked controller, either.
  • Nevertheless, we should think it possible to call out the aggression of ragers AND support them.
  • Ranked sucks. Ping matchmaking.
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  • Anyone can lab: Just don’t let anyone tell you that you need good results to be taken seriously;
  • The myth of ‘talent vs. hard work:’ what that argument’s really all about, and why we shouldn’t entertain it;
  • Scratching the surface: The joy we experience in the first few weeks of a new competitive game? We can carry it on through the game’s entire lifespan. Labbing, as an activity, may hold the key…
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